Monday, November 26, 2012


Don't be the darkness for his lost soul
be the light to behold
your heart is
where he belongs
he looked for you, for too long.

Diana Mistera a voice within a dream 26.11.2012

Thursday, November 08, 2012


All the voices of the night had died

the rain was falling like needles in my eyes

sang with it's muted sound

to the heart that was heavy

desperate with the need of this love.

The blood ran fast at the memory

of the last taste

deadly alive


its secret sin.

© Diana Mistera 8.11.2012